Officer Gomez - “It says here you are 17. It is way past curfew, you are in some big trouble.”

*JP slouches, upset*

*IN THE ALLEY*

*Lora runs down the sidewalk, searching for her neighborhood, when, cutting through a corner, Ghostface appears*

Lora, shrieking - “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

*IN THE ROAD*

*Officer Gomez’s head pops up, with JP in the back of the cop car, as Officer Gomez runs down the alley, towards the scream*

JP - “LORA?! LORA?! LOOOORA?!” *tears fill his eyes*

*IN THE ALLEY*

*Lora lies on the ground, her eyes popping open, blood everywhere, she is gutted and slashed open, Ghostface nowhere to be seen*

[SCREAM.]

*THE NEXT MORNING, ALEXA’S PLACE, IN THE KITCHEN*

*Alexa and Becca sit at the kitchen table, frowning*

Alexa - “Are they sure it’s-”

Becca - “Yeah.”

*Alexa wipes a tear away*

Alexa - “FUCK.” *chucks a glass at the wall

Becca - “Alexa, calm down.”

Alexa - “No, it’s my fucking fault. I shouldn’t have thrown this stupid party and then she wouldn’t have left-”

Becca - “Alexa, you aren’t that important. It was the SERIAL KILLER’s fault, and if you didn’t have the party, everyone would’ve been alone at their OWN houses, and he would’ve killed someone regardless.”

Becca - “No…. no… no no no no nono…” *starts crying as she answers the phone* “Please, don’t say it…”

*Alexa turns her head to Becca, shock flooding her face*

*Becca chucks her phone at the wall, shrieking*

*Mac and Gabriel look at each other, and awkwardly leave the room*

*THE MEMORIAL*

*THE ENTIRE TOWN GATHERS AROUND THE CHURCH*

*Grandma Murphy stands in front of the whole Church*

Grandma Murphy - “In this past week, our town has struck a tragedy.”

*Alycia, Nickolas and Olivia stand up, and stand with Grandma Murphy*

*In the seats, Gabriel and Mac share a confused glance, when they notice Olivia with the Church*

Alycia - “We have lost 8 people, many of them teenagers, just in High School.. in this past week.”

Nickolas - “We stand with the families of Jennifer Robertson. We stand with the families of Liam Lambert. We stand with the families of Holly Keener. We stand with the families of Polly Scott. We stand with the families of Randy Robinson. We stand with the families of Lucille Travis. We stand with the families of Drew Harting. We stand with the families of Lora Heights.”

Olivia - “STAND WITH US.”

*Every member of the Church stands up, and starts clapping, leaving the rest of the audience looking confused, some people awkwardly joining in the applause*

*They all stop clapping and stand still, starting to sing*

The Church, singing, a capella - “We all need a helping hand, we all need a friend. When we go through times of tragedy, we all stand in hand and hand.” *they clap exactly off beat*

*Mason and Theo both cringe*

Mason, to Theo - “This is some wack shit....”

Theo - “We need to get out of here…”

*The Church starts dancing, out of beat with the song they’re singing*

*Becca, who is sitting with Drew’s family, looks very uncomfortable*

The Church, singing - “After all that we go through, the Church is here to comfort you, so join… our… Church.”

*Lilli Jason takes notes*

*AFTER THE MEMORIAL SERVICE*

*Becca approaches JP*

Becca - “Hey, I heard you spent the night in jail, that must’ve been terrible, especially considering what happened… just before.”

Lilli Jason - “I was doing research on the people potentially involved in this case. Found out you were taken in by neglective parents, and tried to run away so many times. You’ve been trapped your entire life, I wasn’t going to let it happen again. Plus… you are innocent. I believe that. Reports say they heard the scream of Lora WHILE you were in custody already. Makes no fucking sense.” *she starts her car* “This town is corrupt as fuck.”

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